After - The Society Fanfic.

33.

Grizz woke in the morning cold. He felt as if there were a winter wind blowing into the room, causing the temperature to be unbearable. This is not the case however, as his sleepy eyes scan the room to find he just simple kicked off the duvet. The only source of warmth is the peaceful, but shivering, Sam clutching to him as if he's going to disappear. Much like Grizz had done when he arrived home last night.

Home.

It felt like he'd come home. This shivering state is uncomfortable but home. Sam feels like home. He feels the safety and comfort in his arms, the care, the love. This house wasn't his home, he's just a visitor in it. Spending a night disrupted by baby screams, cold storms and snores. Grizz isn't a visitor to Sam. At least, he doesn't want to be. Sam is home and that home is permanent. He doesn't intend to leave it, leave him. He's finally got his home and he's going to make sure he doesn't get thrown out.

Grizz had felt so guilty when his eyes had met Sam's outside the church. He hadn't expected so much hurt. He thought maybe some anger but the hurt. They've not had the easiest time the two of them and he hasn't made it any easier. He didn't think Sam would happily hold him last night, allow him to feel like shit. He thought he'd get a lecture or something. Instead, Sam had stayed with him, helped him to bed and lay there with him. Grizz sometimes didn't think he deserved Sam. Then again, they've both held secrets. Still, he hadn't wanted their relationship to start this way.

With one arm, he reaches down to the duvet, hoisting it up and over them. It didn't really cover their legs but it provided the warmth they needed. Sam's body finally stops shivering but instead of continuing to sleep, blinks open his eyes, shifting to gaze up at a trouble faced Grizz.

"Morning." Grizz smiles down at Sam's croaky voice. Grizz signs back, delight lighting behind his eyes. It's one of Grizz's favourite things to see how happy Sam got whenever he signed. It's almost as if he doesn't think Grizz wants to learn and communicate with him. Almost as if he doesn't think Grizz cares. Grizz hadn't just used to it as an excuse to hit on Sam. No, he genuinely wanted to learn so they could sign freely without any miscommunication or stress. He wants to do it for Sam. And a little part of him was really nosey about the silent conversations Becca and Sam share. A few times he'd spotted his own name pop up in conversation and quite frankly, he wants to know what they're saying. But the main reason is for Sam.

Grizz doesn't notice Sam's wandering hand at first. It isn't until it reaches a particularly sensitive spot on his thigh does, he twitch. A mischievous grin spreads across Sam's face as he continues to stroke up and down in this spot, each time move a little high. Grizz doesn't dare meet his gaze, breathing deeply, trying to calm the blood racing around and down his body. He doesn't want Sam to stop but he also doesn't want to squirm. Squirming isn't cool. And he needs to be cool. He can hide his whimpers but not a squirm.

Sam, however, could see the effect this is having clear as day. From the red ears and unsteady breathing to the tense posture and rising friend. Sam could exactly what is happening. Inch by inch he moves closer to their friend. Both Sam and Grizz are standing to attention now. Heat flushing Grizz's cheeks, he turns onto his side, finally meeting Sam's eyes. As Sam reaches his final destination, Grizz freezes a little before moving in and kissing Sam. At first, it's a flurry of soft and gentle kisses but as Sam grasps at Grizz he can feel the hunger inside him rising. Soon Grizz has pulled Sam on top of him, clumsily trying to take his boxers off in the process. To his surprise, Sam had already slipped his off during their kissing. Sam pulls back. Grizz pouts. Sam smirks as he jumps off Grizz, rummaging in a couple of the boxes. Grizz can only watch in confusion. It's not like he can hear him ask a question. However, all questions swirling in Grizz's head were answered as soon as Sam turned back around. Clearly taken from a bathrobe, Sam has the string bit from it. Grizz gulps as his dick twitches, excitement racing through him.